"I know, he just - why not?" Tristan asked, trying to push down the surge of fear that came from imagining what exactly might be unsafe in Control and Regulation of Magical Creatures. It didn't help that he suspected he was being accused. "His mother works on level three; I was just dropping him off and he jumped out of the lift." He followed, taking the hall in long strides. He didn't know what he would do if anything happened. He couldn't imagine explaining himself.